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Bridge
1 am in the morning
No noises fill the air
Sitting on the bridge
He thinks
Remembering everything
He has ever done
The street lights
Glowing from a distance
He stands up
Climbs over the side
Of the bridge
Stands there
He breathes in
His last memory
stuck in his head
He lifts one foot
And jumps
his body hits the river
Water drowning his lungs
What he felt at that moment
No one could understand
Sinking to the bottom of the river
The man tied a concrete block
To his back
His eyes wide open
The last thing he saw was water
The last memory he had
Was of his daughter
Living life like this is sad
But if you have no help
Who do you turn to?
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